Resurrected
Friday night, I took a cab out to Williamsburg (because that’s how I be livin’, y’all), and half of a potato was thrown into the window at the driver c/o a couple of kids. The cabbie was a bit panicked, as was I, but let me tell you, that shit still beats taking the subway.
Now, I don’t mean to put down those of you who do wait underground in the heat, sweating and shit, to catch a train that may not ever come. But, dudes, with work right across the park (I ride my bike) and enough cash in my pocket to take a taxi on the nights I actually have time to go out, not having to ride the subway anymore is wonderful.
In short: Subway Folk is over.
But, I’m back bitches! So, watch out.
It could have been worse–someone could have thrown a frozen turkey at you.
But Yay–Art’s back!
We all missed you Art…
Brooklyn Bertha
Art, you made my Monday. And maybe, if I look back on this tomorrow, you’ll make my Tuesday. Though, this remains to be seen.
Thanks, guys! As busy as I am, I got homesick, so I had to return. I appreciate the warm re-welcome.
Good to have you back, Art. I thought of you today in the subway when an elderly man stood up from the folding seat and it went SNAP!. And then it wasn’t even his stop, so he sat back down, only to do the same thing (SNAP!) at the next stop.